August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 33
Stuffing Box 101

Wendy’s continuing education
	She came, she saw, she took notes…
	A blowjob was first; the girl didn’t bring the boy off, though; she sucked two minutes and forty seconds, then stopped to take off her blouse and bra while the boy pushed his pants and underwear to his ankles.  The boy, Ralph Haggerman-16 of 1010 Fernwood Drive worked his cock while ogling the girl, Bridget Shumly of 1530 Boxwood St (one block up and over.)
	Ralph was a nice looking boy, handsome even—but not as much so as her Drake.  Drake was much more handsomer, charming, and delicious.  Young Wendy fingered herself nightly/daily thinking of having Drake all to herself.  
	Continuing to take notes she watched as Bridget slipped off her skirt and then her panties.  Ralph was elated and hammered his cock even more.  Wendy found herself getting a little “moist” between her legs but held off diddling herself lest she give herself away as she hid in the alleyway trash can alcove.  From there she could see into the backyard of the Haggerman home and see the two naughty teens heavily into one another—well, one into ONE a little more than the other…
	They both went at it with great reverence with at length Bridget came to rest on top of Ralph.  From there Wendy got a wondrous view of Ralph’s cock sliding up and disappearing into Bridget’s cunt.  The boy clamped his hands tightly onto the girl’s ass, hammering his cock UP into his girlfriend’s cunt.  The two locked their bodies and began an incredible bout of rolling, twisting, and serious humping—all the while Ralph’s cock never slipped out of Bridget’s twat.
	It was quite an education and Wendy took many notes.	

	After some good all around humping, a new position came about—Bridget set up straddling Ralph, his cock still in the teen’s cunt; she then began to “turn around”, all the way around.  (Around-the-World)  it like totally blew Ralph’s mind and he seemed to like the deed, a lot.
	Their next “position” was the ever popular Doggie Style.  Wendy got the idea that not only could the Guy get access to the Girl’s Asshole but her pussy as well.  Ralph did both, stuffing himself into Bridget’s cunt and then into her asshole.  He also spanked her hips/ass while he humped and at length had an orgasm.  When he was done he laid out on the grass while girlfriend Bridget made way into the house.
	Wendy found herself with very moist panties-pussy.  She fingered herself more and lusted for her Drake moreso.  She could almost “taste” his cock in her mouth; she wanted to feel his hot throbbing cock in her pussy, pounding her asshole, and squirting onto her chest.

*

extra notes
	At Ms. Barton’s house—more notes for Wendy to take as she slinked in the alley and hid herself well among the ivy wall covering the fence.  There was a loose board and Wendy found her way into the backyard and was able to get up a little closer completely unseen.
	Ms. Barton was apparently having a little party—a sex party.  There were as many as five boys, the youngest was thirteen with the others a little older, John Fenton was sixteen, Wendy knew him.  Wendy knew them all in facts, in the neighbor Wendy knew virtually everyone.
	Ms. Barton had a hot tub under the roof of the patio deck.  She was naked in the hot tub, as were the four boys.  Tsk tsk tsk  They were all drinking beer with Vance Harkless-14 smoking a joint and looking very stoned.  Doug Hoop swigged a big drink from a beer bottle and nearly fell out of the hot tub!
	Wendy didn’t think she was going to get much note taking done, but knew that she could have “dirt” on the boys, AND Ms. Barton.  Ms. Barton taught 6th grade and Wendy knew her.  Wendy herself was in the fourth grade, her grade school was on the same campus and a few times Ms. Barton had come to teach in her classroom.
	Chris Jarvan stood up from the bubbling waters—he had a dick.  A BIG dick.  Wendy’s jaw dropped as she saw the huge black cock standing out proudly for Ms. Barton’s attention.  The teacher smiled and gripped the monstrous fifteen year old schlong and began “working it.”

	Ms. Barton took the teenager’s horse cock and began inching it into her mouth; she cupped the boy’s heavy balls, rubbed his ass and engulfed practically ALL of the black teen’s cock!  Wendy was impressed—she didn’t know exactly how BIG Chris’ cock was—but it was big (long) and Ms. Barton showed amazing talent in taking it all.
	Meanwhile, fourth boy, Eric Gilly-15 was “going down” on Ms. Barton, eating her pussy out from under the bubbling water!  He came up a few times (to get air) and then went back down to “down.”  
	Soon Eric had his fill on cunt munching and came up sputtering; he put Ms. Barton’s legs about his waist and put into her his average white boy cock.  Ms. Barton never let an inch of Chris’ cock out of her mouth…

	It was a little awkward but Eric, Chris, and Ms. Barton moved to whereas Eric was up against the hot tub (inside still) and Ms. Barton was riding him.  Chris sat on the edge of the hot tub with Ms. Barton still latched onto his johnson.  Vance came up behind the sixth grade teacher and made a backdoor entry.  She now had three cocks in her!
	Wendy found herself finger banging her sex again, getting ultrally “moist” again.  She lusted heavily, thinking of Drake but also kinda curious about what THREE cocks would feel like pounding inside her.  

	On the wooden lip that surrounded the hot tub, Ms. Haley Barton laid out on her back; under her on his back was Doug Hoop with his fifteen year old schlong slamming up into her asshole.  John Fenton pounded her cunt while she sucked off on Vance.  
	Sitting beside them the other boys watched and gawked with Wendy’s eyes focused on Chris’ huge monster cock.  There was no way she could take that.  She wondered, though, what would it feel like?  Her asshole tightened up—there was just no way she could take a big dick like that to her asshole.  And she doubted that it would go any better into her pussy.
	The boys pounding ah la Double Teaming Ms. Barton fucked her brains out for several minutes with the boy on top (John Fenton) cumming in her first.  He came in one great shot, strained his cock then pulled out to shoot the rest onto her cunt before falling away.  That left Doug humping her backdoor.
	The two finally rolled to their sides where it was more comfortable for them both.  Wendy couldn’t understand what the deal was with the backdoor ramming.  She considered it kind of “gross” as she pooped from there.  
	“Oooooh, fuck my ass, baby, fuck my ass!” said Ms. Barton.

	Wendy was shocked to hear Ms. Barton cuss.  She pulled her ass and cussed more, commanding the teen hunk to “fuck” her ass.  Doug was only too happy to oblige.  He slammed into her “backdoor” and pumped with much vigor and vim for several minutes.
	Stoned teenager Eric crawled to the woman and stuffed her mouth with his half erect cock; Chris and John stood on their knees before her jacking off—Ms. Barton took over and jacked them—sucking their dicks in turn.
	Wendy made a guess that “cocksucking” was an acquired taste.  Boys seemed to really-really like to have their pee-pees sucked.  (and how!)  They secondly seemed to like to pound pussy with humping butthole third.
	There were so many things (about sex) that Wendy just didn’t understand—let alone make sense of.  Boys were weird.  But that didn’t explain Ms. Barton.  She seemed just as naughty as they were.  It didn’t explain Leighanne Fauston, either—the teen girl from the church (chptr 29).
	Wendy went on after the group gathered themselves and went into the house.  She was on a time limit and had to scurry home ‘fore her Mom freaked and scolded her good for being out so long without checking in.  She found her panties were really-really “wet”—pulling them off she found some sort of odd joy in going about without her undies on.  She liked it!

	Since young Wendy had gone some blocks on her extra-curricular education excursion, Ben (Wiccked) “escorted” the young lady home—to her home.  From there, he still wasn’t ready to deal with what was going on at his own home—he still needed to think.
	Soooooo, 
	While passing by that church Wendy had spied on the minister’s daughter being ultra naughty in, Ben found more activity in progress.  Here he found church member Jeorge “Johnny-boy” Floyd being very-very naughty.  Johnny-boy was a motorcycle nut, a Christian motorcycle nut associate.  He had two precious granddaughters, one was near teenhood, the other was years from it.  All three were in his custom van outside the church’s kitchen.  A barbeque was near in progress for the evening shindig for a retiring deacon.  Hardly anyone was at the church, it was early yet and this particular church no one showed up until the “very last minute.”
	Sooo, Johnny-boy took the time to enjoy the company of his two precious granddaughters.  Granddaughter Number One was twelve, Brianna Tillis.  Her pants and panties were off onto one foot, legs spread wide as she was on her hands and knees…

	Grandpa Johnny-boy had every inch of his 65 year old cock up into the girl’s body, in her pussy to be exact.  The girl’s body rocked back and forth; her cowboy shirt pushed up to expose her backside, her bra undone to allow the freedom of her knobby breasts.
	Beside them, seven year old Samantha laid out stark naked, her clothes scattered about her; her legs opened wide and despite being so young, her pussy showed signs giving her away as a non-virgin.  She giggled, though, as her Grandpa slipped his finger into her private sex and finger banged her while he himself continued his antics with her sister.
	Brianna never said a word, she just bounced and took her Grandpa as he slammed into her sex.  Occasionally the girl fondled her jiggling breasts, tweaking the erect nipples; occasionally she put her hand to her butt and pulled a cheek, spanked herself, rubbed her ass and then diddled her pussy (clit) as her Grandpa’s cock slid effortlessly in and out of it.
	It didn’t take long, though, before Johnny-boy was cumming.  He reared his head back and began to fuck harder, faster.  Soon his cock was straining inside his granddaughter’s cunt, pushed inward to the hilt; his hands tight on her hips; the windows steamed up…
	There were some young teen girls making their way to the kitchen from the church’s foyer courtyard.  When they made the corner to use the side door they would be in direct line o’sight of the van.  They were sure to some certainty to know whose van it was, and by their ages they would know the cause for steamed windows…
	Ben watched both Johnny-boy and the teen girls.  The girls were busy yapping to one another and finding the kitchen side door locked they stood to continue yapping.  Johnny-boy had cum.  A lot.  He continued to as he continued, too, to pump until his cock could take no more.  Ben knew that the man would LOVE to enjoy those captives in his basement…
	Anyways, Johnny-boy finally pulled out and fell to one side, to lay next to his other granddaughter.  Samantha sat up to gawk at her Grandpa’s cum squirter that was still leaking cum.  Brianna had turned to lay on her backside; knees up, legs open, diddling her cunny laden heavily with old man cum.
	The teen girls took Ben’s interest—of course they did!  Two were in short skirts, all had pleasing looks, breasts, and butts.  Two were blond, two had dark hair, another was red headed, and one with dark brown hair.  All were mid level teens, 14-17 yrs.  All were fuckable, all had potential.
	In the van, young Samantha came to be sitting on her Grandpa’s face; the dirty old man began tenaciously licking out the girl’s cunny while she herself had no problem sucking on his cock!

*

Q: What's the difference between light and hard?
A: You  can go to sleep with a light on.

	Ameila Akkero, Kori Hanson, Gaylen Jase, Vicki Parnel, Dawn Bartlold, and Dana Holtz.  Ameila was Chinese, she had on a short skirt print, was kinda doll for her age (fifteen), short hair just below her ears, thin body frame, small-small breasts.  But she had a sweet smile, seemed to be very well liked by her friends, and Ben greatly could imagine her naked.
	Ben also could see sixteen year old Kori Hanson naked, the other girl in a short skirt.  She had dark hair that was long, luscious, and flowing.  Unlike Ameila, though, Kori’s breasts were “B” quality and even had protruding nipples thru her ribbed green top.  She also had braces and therefore was a dangerous pecker wrecker…
	Seventeen year old Gaylen Jase also wore braces.  The blond girl had an accent, pinning her family from somewhere DEEP in the south (US).  She was tall, too, but not out of context with other teen girls in her age group.  She wore a LOT of jewelry; TIGHT jeans, open toes sandals.
	Vicki Parnel had lovely red hair, fiery and well styled.  Ben longed to see if she were a “true” red head.  He assumed that she was and assumed that the fourteen year old was wild in the sack; the teen just put out that sort of persona that said, “Hey!  I’m wild in the sack!  Take me on!”
	Dawn Bartold seemed about the most reserved of the girls, shy.  She worse loose fitting jeans and a loose top, but was pretty just the same; she had sweet features and mannerisms that were enticing for Ben.  The fifteen year old had pleasing titties and a nice butt (in spite of her loose jeans.)
	Dana Holtz had thunder thighs.  A thunder butt, too.  Large “B” titties, and some Mexican heritage in her blood made the girl very intriguing.  She wasn’t a “chunky” girl, not fat, not even heavy.  She was pleasing, to the eye and cock—and that was all that mattered.
	The girls were moved from standing at the side kitchen door to a private Sunday School room where one by one by one by one—they were examined, closely.  Old feelings were hard to put away.  And though each girl had qualities Ben liked—and how!  They weren’t “young.”
	Ben preferred ‘em young.
	But then again, he wasn’t all THAT picky!

Q: What's the  difference between dark and hard?
A: It stays dark all  night.

	Fifteen year old Ameila Akkiero wore black panties and a matching lacey bra.  Her poon was free of pubes.  A tattoo of a unicorn rearing up was on the right cheek of the girl’s butt, an apple with an arrow thru it was on the left cheek.  (yea, it illegal for fifteen year old girls to have a tattoo on their person—‘specially on their butt!)
	Laying the girl out stark naked Ben assessed her; he liked her.  She had potential.  A cleanly shaven poon was most intriguing.  A good tongue lashing to the girl’s poon was just the thing to get the ball rolling—so to speak.  There was a slight hint of mustiness to the teen’s poon; along with a hint of pee.  Ben drove his tongue into the NON-virginal entrance and dwelled there for two minutes or so—then he stood up and introduced the girl’s cunt to his cock.
	Surprisingly—it was a tight fit.  The EMAD he had was low-key and didn’t allow for Mind Probing, thusly there was no Q&A functionality.  But that was okay, Ben humped her cunt to his delight, relieving himself and enjoying the deed just the same.
	Still, though, he would likened to have known if the girl was getting fucked by teen boys, little boys, a dog, horse, goat, dear old Daddy, a cousin, a brother, a strap-on.  
	The teen’s young tender breasts, too, fascinated him—they were ski-slope titties and while he humped her twat he massaged greatly her breasts.  The girl was partially aware—but at the end of the private session he would utilize the EMAD to wipe her short term memory and she would not recall the event.  (Ben wouldn’t care one way or the other, but he still had other spying to do at the church and didn’t want any intrusions of Police and Fire and other snoops nipping his cause.)
	After successfully filling Ameila’s cock pleasing cunt with his love, Ben loved on the girl a little more—sucking on her breasts and running his hands all over her fine nude body.  When his cock was out, he gently turned the girl over as she lay sprawled out on a conversation table that was of proper height.  
	Once turned over and pushed up further onto the table, Ben went to the side of the table and began caressing the girl’s butt—followed by pulling the cheek to one side and ogling the dirt chute rim.  His cock throbbed but was still not quite ready for anal spelunking.  Not yet.  He let fly a hard sudden spank that jolted the girl—not reaction one from the other stunned girls in waiting.

	Ben continued spanking the girl and finally moved her to a comfy cloth chair where he bent her over the arm and continued swatting her to his delight.  And he did delight—in swatting.  The girl began to feel pain and come a little further out of her EMAD induced stupor.  Ben firmly held her hands and turned her ass flesh a bright red—when Ameila began to sob and contort more and more—Ben’s cock was ready for splunking.

	Kori Hanson was the other girl in a short skirt; her skirt was a plaid Scottish type, hip hugger, ass forming, cock pleasing.  Bright green panties she wore, full brief.  Ben took his time stripping the girl to her skin, then gently laid her out on a sofa he had to wrestle into position—it had been standing up as were many furniture pieces were in the small conference room.  
	But once the nude girl was on the sofa, Ben was on the girl.
	The sixteen year old had a delicious body; a nicely trimmed bush, full teenage titties, light lipstick, small dainty earrings, and a tight fuckable cunt worthy of exploring.  So Ben explored!  The girl returned the love Ben gave with grunts, groans, moans, and then began to shriek!
	Ben had to place his hand over her mouth to silence her as he balled her; she began to thrash about madly as she enjoyed the fuck and was boisterous about it.  Intensely did she thrust back into Ben’s lovemaking; she clawed his back, wrapped her legs about his waist and gave Ben a hellacious reason to live!  (if only to fuck her repeatedly!)

	Gaylen Jase was the oldest of the kitchen crew help; she had blond hair (on her head) and wore skimpy bikini panties of turquoise.  A dark brown muffin was betwixt her legs and Ben discovered that other than being a slut, she took it in the ass, too.  His expert cock, tongue, and fingers made those important discoveries while exploring the girl’s body.  Ben humped three minutes in her not-too-tight cunt before raising her legs up along his chest and pounding her asshole.
	Her breasts jiggled and the girl smiled, tweaked her own nipples, and shuddered all over as she was reamed.  She didn’t seem to “take it” in the ass as much as she did in the cunt.  Ben didn’t care, he enjoyed all girlie “holes” the same.  Boy holes, too.

	Vicki Parnel was the youngest of the kitchen crew help, at fourteen the girl looked a year or two younger—was shy, and orange panties and was a virgin.  Ben’s curiosity, though, was too much and he took the precious time to probe the girl’s mind—whispering to her mind while the EMAD was on its highest setting of Brain Wave Capture.
	With the EMAD that was at home (in the basement with wife Leeann) Ben could see “images” flashing in the Subject’s mind, the Truths to the Questions asked of the Prober.  But in the case of the low-key EMAD whereas the Q&A function was non existent, there were no mental insight.
	Regardless, Ben got the girl to confess that though lo she was a virgin, she gave head—to some boy named Oscar; he was a junior varsity something and they saw each other a few times or something—enough times that she sucked his dick!
	Another boy, James, also a junior, tagged her in the ass.
	Benny somebody licked her pussy, sucked her titties, and got his prick slurped on, too; he was an all-star athlete and very popular among his peers.  Vicki seemed to like Benny the most of all the boys she had been with.
	Any teachers?
	Yes.  Mr. Charles, he got her on his desk, office desk, office sofa, office floor, classroom desk—all in the mouth and “up the ass.”  He taught 8th grade Math & Science.  No teacher (so far) had “tagged” her in high school.  Yet.
	Any siblings?  Parental Unit?  Neighbor?
	No.  Yes.  No.
	There were no siblings.  There was a horny cousin who when she was ten and he was thirteen talked her into sucking his dick (off.)  She didn’t care for the goo (cum/sperm) but liked the ten bucks he gave her for sucking him.  
	Parental Unit Daddy fondled her naked; fingered her pussy, examined her nude body and sodomized her during a disciplinary action.  
	Unbeknownst to the Parental Unit Daddy, though, Vicki liked it (in the ass & being spanked!)  From an early age she found a special tingling feeling envelope her when spanked.  Since then, when spanked, she got her infuriated Parental Unit to jerk her pants down—then she herself pushed her panties down and he would whollop her ass but good. 
	Ben fucked the girl in the ass with her bent over the cushy arm of the living room chair and spanked her while doing so.  He enjoyed it as much as the girl did.

	Dawn Bartold was not a virgin, her asshole was but she had given plenty of blowjobs and spread her legs, too.  She had siblings, three of them (all boys) who took favor in pounding her between her legs—two boys were older while one was younger.  Her oldest brother, twenty-one, had started on her when she was nigh but five—and he was eleven, getting her to suck him.  as she got old, he got bolder.
	Ever get caught?
	Once.  The oldest boy and second oldest were caught sandwich fucking her and they got their asses beat until the Parental Unit Mother stopped the enraged Parental Unity Daddy.  
	The very next day, however, the boys were double teaming their sister again, but under better security precautions.  She got pregnant once and with help of the older horny brother got her an abortion.  On the way home they pulled off the highway and fucked.  Once home they showered together—and fucked.  When the other brothers came home, they fucked.
	They were all one big happy horny fucking family…

	Dana Holtz at sixteen was horny, but only her hand(s) and mouth were getting any action.  The teen was afraid of pregnancy—in spite of the horny boys she knew who swore that they would wear a condom.  She was also afraid of some lame ass disease.  That just wouldn’t do.  
	Instead, she fucked her dog, sucked off her horse and took it in the ass from a goat.
	Ben spanked the girl, drenched her pussy in his cum and thought seriously of adding her to his Basement collection.  His cock was wearing out, though—he made all the girls get on their knees and suck him; balls and all.  Each girl had to gobble his cock and suck for two minutes whether he came off or not.  He was virtually “dry” as it was.  When one girl was sucking him, he had two of the other girls 69 while another lay on her back underneath the cocksucking girl and munched cum dripping twat.

*

Q: What's the  difference between a BONUS and a PENIS?
A: Your wife will blow your  bonus.

	Johnny-boy was still “hard” at work—languishing in his steamed up van totally naked with both his young granddaughters also totally naked.  Both girls, too, were sucking his cock.  Each took turns bobbing up and down—then, while one sucked on the head, the other sucked on the shaft.

	Johnny-boy was in his glory.  When he began to cum each girl fought to get the jutting juices.  Johnny-boy shot enough was for both.  Brianna was not overly keen with cum juice, but she licked the spillage just the same—to please and appease her horny-naughty grandpa.  Young Samantha giggled as she slurped the sperm her grandpa’s piss slit.  He pulled her up onto him while Brianna sat back, fingering her pussy and watching with some disdain—some, not a lot.  She didn’t seem to overly care for what her grandpa was doing to her little sister.  
	And though he had just cum, his aged cock remained hard.  Samantha lay on him and gently with his non-labor hands on her hips he guided her innocent pussy up and down his cock, pressing her down harder and harder until…
	“Help me out, Bri.” Johnny-boy said to his oldest granddaughter.
	Brianna paused briefly then moved to “help”; she guided her grandpa’s cock up into her sister’s seven year old pussy.   On her own or whatever, Brianna squeezed the aged cock and began sucking on the man’s balls, too; occasionally she licked her sister’s butt and mostly helped spread the girl’s legs and pussy to help ease the penetration.
	Of course, at the child’s young age, Samantha could only go so far down on her grandpa’s staff.  The head disappeared into her and then a bit of shaft.  His hands clamped tightly onto Sam’s ass being gentle with her as he committed the ultimate sin.

	The Grandpa-Granddaughter coupling was brief, but it was a beginning.  Johnny-boy pulled Samantha up to him and held her tightly, fingering her pooter hole as well as her almost fucked snatch.  Brianna sat back to continued fingering out her cunt.
	Ben let them be, for now, and went on with other pursuits of spying.

*

Q: What is the definition  of wicker box?
A: It's what Elmer Fudd wants to do to  Madonna.

	Just down from the kitchen (where the bewildered/beleaguered) teens went on about prepping the evening shindig meal, Ben was privy to another intriguing surprise.  A well groomed man who seemed a professional in some non-labor related industry sat alone with his young daughter.

	The girl was no more than twelve, possibly thirteen—but a young thirteen.  She had lovely blond hair that hung loose in no particular style to about the middle of her back.  The Daddy had thick dark hair.  They sat in a room that was a school room, or some instructional room of some type or another.  There were many chairs, cloth covered cushiony chairs of blue.  Before them was a platform with podium, microphone assembly, chairs up against the wall of the raised platform, and one of those electronic pianos.
	The room was set up for to seat as many 100.  No one else was in the room and so it would seem that the Father/Daughter were “early.”  There were great open bay windows along the sides, but they were concealed via specially made blinds.  The only light(ing) was from the rear of room and it was on a low setting.
	The Father/Daughter talked in low tones, the girl giggling now and then.  The man, Mike Enash, draped his arm about his daughter’s shoulders, hugging her and “waiting.”
	The wait wasn’t long as the hugging intensified.  Ben had to be careful in his stealthy pursuits lest he be seen; stepping on the loose tack from the information corkboard didn’t help.  Clutching himself he restrained from yelping out loud and carefully with extreme stealth entered into the smaller room that was a small-small kitchen/sound room.  Here he removed his shoe, removed the tack, and checked his foot.
	No blood, but the tack had just punctured his tender flesh.

	Back in the main room, thirteen year old Trisha “went” down on her Daddy.  Daddy Mike’s cock was out of his basic black dress slacks; his hand was down the back of his daughter, wriggling inside her skirt.  As the girl leaned down to gobble her Daddy’s dong, the Daddy roamed his hand all over her butt inside her skirt, inside her panties.
	Trisha began to bob her head up; Mike tilted his head back reeling in being sucked by his child.  Slowly and with some expertise he managed to work down Trisha’s skirt; it was a dress type skirt and there were purple matching panties to go with it.
	Mike ran his hand thru his daughter’s golden hair, she sucked good with taking ALL of his average white guy cock in her mouth.  She held the member and made juicy slurping sounds as she gobbled and sent her Daddy into a new realm of pleasure.
	Suddenly the girl sat up, wiping her sweaty brow, smiling big and giggling with cum dripping off the corners of her mouth.  Mike reach into his back pocket to fetch a hanky and wipe her mouth.  They then hugged and Mike guided his child between his legs…

	Mike slowly bean once more exploring his daughter’s ass, her panties were inched down and then she herself unhooked the skirt and it fell away.  Trisha pushed down her panties, stepped out of them, then crawled up onto her Daddy’s lap—she did!
	Ben wanted to see absolute penetration.  But there was a risk as he needed to be “closer.”  And getting “closer” meant risking exposure—er, giving himself away no matter how stealthy he was.

	With Trisha grimacing some and then slowly moving her young body up and down—there was sex in progress.  The girl continued to hug her Daddy, her arms about his neck, her head on his shoulder biting her lip, screwing up her face as steady penetration eased into her sex.
	Mike shuddered, trembled, and made audible noises undiscernible.  Ben had managed to sneak up pretty close but had minor tech difficulties with the low-key EMAD—regardless, though, he heard distinctly,
	“Oh yes, Daddy, I feel it!”
	Mike sighed sexual relief and was most of the way into his child’s poon.  His hands were tight on her bare bottom and his cock gently gave thrust UP into her sex.  His eyes were closed tight and he made mumblings that were also indiscerbible from normal words and/or phrases.
	“Can you take it, baby?” Mike asked of his daughter.
	“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, “I-I think I can, this time.”
	Ben’s cock surged, licking his lips he fumbled with the mind altering device with dissatisfaction and growing impatience.  Something good and naughty was going on and he was missing it!

	The car door slamming was missed, but the jingling of keys was heard—by all.  Trish’s eyes bulged and she nearly shrieked out load; Daddy Mike nearly had a heart attack and struggled to breathe.  He nearly very nearly broke his neck he turned it so fast to see down the short entrance hall into the very small foyer and the double doors where a parishioner in charge of the room fussed finding the right keys to open the doors.
	Ben remained where he was as where he was kept him “cloaked.”
	Mike and Trisha gathered themselves and scurried out of the room to an adjacent room.  When they were gone Ben sighed and felt a little dizzy.  He then moved to follow the Father/Daughter, noting that although Trisha had scooped up her skirt, she had forgotten her panties!  Ben smiled and left them be then followed to where the two illicit lovers had gone.

*

Q: What do a walrus and Tupperware have in common?
A:  They both like a tight seal.

	By the time Ben made it to the room Mike and Trisha had fled to, Mike was already heavily into humping his young’un.  Youn’un Trisha was stark naked, her legs up and held up by her very horny Daddy.  The girl kept a steady verbal spew of “oooooh, yeah!   Ooooh, yes Daddy, yes!” among other statements.
	Mike said nothing, his slacks and underwear were at his ankles, his manhood/fatherhood, buried near to the hilt in his thirteen year old daughter’s poon.  He pumped with a steady reverence, pausing to strain now and then, pulling out to hump the gash before plunging back in and fucking for all he was worth.
	Which was five minutes.  There was full penetration and Trisha at times looked as if though she were in pain and discomfort—but then she called for her Daddy to “fuck me!” among other naughty cunt pleasing statements.
	The young girl shuddered and began to buck back into her loving Daddy with the average white guy cock; Mike arched his back and began power fucking his child.  Trisha griped the edge of the conference table she was getting doinked on; twisting, turning, screwing up her pretty face and experiencing multiple orgasms.  Mike breathed hard, sighed hard, blew out his breath and fucked hard until the pivotal moment came—and went.
	Trisha frigged her cummy cunt while her Daddy nearly collapsed from his deed.  There was significant sperm coating her teen twat; Trisha diddled her fingers in the spunk and then LICKED THEM CLEAN—followed by sliding off of the table and onto her knees—whereupon she took her Daddy’s steaming cock and sucked on it (some more!)
	Two minutes later and Mike’s cock was hard again, and just as steamy.  Trisha had cum stains all over her pretty little face—on her eye(lids), in her hair, dripping off her nose, and all over elsewhere.  While she had sucked him she had fondled his hairy balls, too.  Mike stood with pants and underwear down rocking on the balls of his feet not caring one iota that the room he and daughter had fled minutes earlier was slowly filling with parishioners.
	Ben kept watch on them and when one came too close he “shooed” them away with his unique Obe-Wan technique.  When ultra hard and “ready” and primed, Mike positioned Trisha in a more popular position…

*

Q: How can you tell a sumo wrestler  from a feminist?
A: A Sumo wrestler shaves his legs.

	Down from the church Ben continued his walk, making for home.  He thought of Leeann and telling her that he wanted to quit, to stop their shenanigans—but could he?  There were deep desires to engage immorally with his girls; there was still desires to deal outlandishly with the others in the basement.  He thought, too, Mike and Johnny-boy would probably like to “visit” the basement…
	Where would it stop?
	Could it stop?
	He wished for a Device that would reverse time, a time machine of sorts taking him back before his wife got the silly notion that going out kidnapping unsuspecting girls to satiate her husbands sexual lust would thusly prevent him from acting out on their own children.  It sounded good but the application…
	There was no denying that engaging sexually with his girls thrilled him.  He knew that it was wrong, immoral, illicit, illegal.  But other than that…  The out and out kidnapping of all those who had come to the family basement, those he had accosted on his outing—the EMAD was to blame.
	Had Leeann been influenced by the EMAD?  Was his wife actually the one who was sexually motivated?  Was her claim that she was “saving” the family from him really true?  When he had been bathing his girls she had been right then goading him into getting into the bath with them, naked!  She had even encouraged the girls to play with his Little Man!
	He was confused.
	He wished he could go back with the knowledge of knowing about Leeann’s EMAD and remove it, throw it away—destroy it, disassemble it or something.  Somehow he would have to convince his good hearted wife that he was a good moralistically sound father and would NEVER molest his own children—or anyone elses.
	There was no such Device, to his knowledge, to allow him to alter the past, so he had to settle with the present and go on.  *Side note:  and the more he used the EMADs the more he found that the powers electronical on those Devices—well, he found that sometimes he was using an EMAD power but the EMAD wasn’t turned on yet…

	And some powers were becoming “unique”, sophisticated, specialized, and bizarre.  It had been noted that his Stealth feature had increased dramatically, too.  This allowed him a super sneak into private homes…

Q: What is  Rodeo Sex?
A: Well, it's where your wife is on all fours, you are  firmly ensconced from 
 the rear with a breast in each hand, and you say to  her: "This is the way 
 your mother likes it too." You have eight seconds to  stay in the saddle.

	Jenny Travers was in trouble.  That in itself was nothing new, some of the seven year old’s troubles were not so bad; some other troubles, though, were dousies—some were double and even triple dousies!  Fibbing was one that got her into trouble most often; hanging with her peeps too long and getting her home late was another.
	Breaking a neighbor’s window was a biggie, a triple dousy.
	She sat on her bed in her room—waiting.  She was near ten years old, eleven in just six months.  She sat quietly know full well what was to come.  The waiting was almost as bad as the “what would come.”  
	She didn’t have to wait too long, though, her Daddy strolled in, closing the bedroom door behind her.  Jenny continued to focus on the pattern on her bedroom floor carpet; it looked like a little red wagon being pulled by a unicorn.
	“Stand up.” Jenny’s Daddy said in a monotone voice of command.
	Jenny sighed (to herself) and slowly rose up from her bed.  Her young little tight ass tightened (in the pending anticipation.)
	“Look up.” he further told her.
	Jenny slowly lifted her head; she wasn’t a crier, not any more.  
	The girl’s room was a normal 7/8 year old’s with a blue motif about it.  It wasn’t cluttered but there were a few clothes and dolls on the floor, a messy desk, and a stinky hamster cage.  But her bed was made…
	“You’ve been warned I don’t know how many times about throwing your baseball, haven’t you?”
	Jenny held herself together answering only with a headnod, ‘yes.’
	The Daddy cracked his neck, licked his lips, “What have I warned you?”
	“Not to throw my baseball when I’m in the street.”
	Street ball, Jenny was a so-so pitcher and had been playing with some neighbor kids (as usual) and a wild pitch from Jenny went sailing—bouncing off a car and into a neighbor’s front window.

	Jenny’s head bowed again, focusing on the patterns on the light blue carpet.  The waiting continued, the anticipation rose and she wished it would just happen and get it over with.  She saw her Daddy Lonnie rub himself.  This brought about two possible avenues that would happen in the next few minutes—
	‘suck my dick’ or ‘bend over.’
	Jenny sighed again.  She needed to go to the bathroom and pee.
	Then it happened, “Take your pants down.”
	Jenny sighed a sigh of hopelessness and paused only a second or two.  Her Daddy continued to rub himself, though, confusing her; usually it was one form of punishment or another—not both.  Maybe breaking the window constituted one of those “special” disciplinary actions.  This was going to be a bad day.
	Unhooking her not too tight jeans she undone them and pushed them down to her knees.  Then she stood up and waited.  Lonnie stood w/o a wedding ring, casual business slacks, green polo shirt.  He was well groomed and like Mike from the church, he was not a laborer but worked some office type job.
	Jenny (Jennifer) stood in off-pink panties.  She DID have a nice tight butt, a nice body all around.  Long middle of the back length curly brown hair.  She stood twisted nervously on her feet, shifting from one to the other.
	“Take ‘em down.”
	Jenny shuddered.  This was not going to be good.  A bare hand bare ass spanking.  In some respects, she would prefer sucking his dick, at least the foul “taste” was over in mere seconds but the burning to her butt lasted far longer.
	Slowly with thumbs hooked into her panties she slid ‘em down.
	Standing back up straight she let her Daddy gawk at her nakedness—like she had a choice.  Her poon was nice, hairless, and displayed the signs of non-virginity.  Hmmmmm
	“Turn around.”
	Jenny’s ass and poon clenched up—sucking cock was way better than a blistered butt.  But she wasn’t going to tell HIM that!  Griping herself she turned around and braced herself against her bed—as usual.  She heard her Daddy come across the floor—the anticipation escalated even higher.  On the plus side, she had never been spanked in anger…
	Lonnie pushed his daughter down across her bed, he then began caressing her naked butt, squeezing one cheek and then the other—even prodding her hole before swatting her with a very intense hard smack that nearly sent the child out of her skin.

	Jenny brought her hands under her, clutching tightly as the reign of blows began.  It was incomprehensible the spanking—her entire body tightened up, her Daddy laid bare hand after bare hand to her bare ass turning it a bright red after five swats.
	Five more came before Jenny began to wail.
	Three more incredible hard swats laid waste to her ass before she bawled, “Please, Daddy, stop!”
	Surprisingly he did.
	Lonnie wiped the sweat from his brow then began caressing his daughter’s well blistered ass.  Jenny continued to hold her hands under at her chin, there was a steady flow of tears and uncontrollable sobbing, but she was yet to out and out cry.
	After a few minutes the man sat on the bed and brought his young sobbing child to stand beside him, then he moved her between his legs.  Jenny still held her hands just under her chin; she shook and shuddered all over but didn’t console her ass like other children would/did.  (but that wasn’t to say her naked burning ass clenched repeatedly as she stood.)
	“That broken window going to have to come out of your allowance.”
	Jenny didn’t care.  She stared at the man who had beaten her ass red, but there didn’t really seem to be any hatred or anger; she just shook and trembled—and waited.
	Lonnie brought his hands to go up and down his child’s sides; he licked his lips and seemed to be mulling something over.  Jenny’s ass burned and compressed all together the tighter—waiting; was it over?  Thirteen swats?  Usually there was fifteen and sometimes depending on the reason for the spanking, twenty swats.
	Jenny was pulled in and Daddy Lonnie began caressing her ass, squeezing the cheeks and somewhat consoling the whole of the burning arse.  Jenny’s sobs quieted and she seemed to snuggle into her Daddy’s chest.
	After a few minutes of caressing her ass Lonnie stopped and stood up.
	Jenny remained right up close to him, her head right at his belly area.  Her young hands still right up under her chin—still waiting.  Resting her head against him she looked stunned as her Daddy began undoing his pants…

	With slacks undone his cock was reverently displayed.  It was long, hard, and “ready.”  Pre-cum soiled the tip of the manly dong, Lonnie squeezed it, stroked it, then uttered the immortal words/phrase:  ‘suck me.’

	Actually he said, “Come on, baby, please me.” (and I wont beat your ass anymore (today.))
	Jenny began to sob, “I don’t want to, Daddy,” she quibbled, “it’s gross!”
	“Too bad,” retorted her Daddy, “you shoulda thought of that before you played in the street like I told you not to.”
	Jenny wailed silently, screwed up her pretty face and began to sob.
	“Suck it, baby, or take a spanking.”
	Jenny protested looking up to her Daddy in disbelief, “But you already spanked me, Daddy!”
	“And you’ll get it again if you don’t please me!”  he waggled his cock before her giving her a stern look telling her that she either did have to suck his cock or bend over her bed and be spanked again.
	‘son-of-a-bitch!’ she uttered under her breath.  She gripped the pulsing prong, squeezing it with one hand while the other tucked itself under her chin.
	“Daddy, please, I don’t want to.” she continued to plead.
	“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want,” he began to sound angry, “suck me or take a spanking.”
	And it didn’t really matter if she opted for the “spanking”, she was going to suck his dick one way or another.
	“Daddy, it’s gross, I don’t want that stuff in me anymore.”
	Lonnie had had enough of his daughter’s protests and quick as a wink jerked her to her bed and snatched up out of his slacks his thin leather black belt…
	Let the beating begin!

	Just shy of out and out anger did Jenny’s Dad belt her ass, and just shy of bring blood to her tender skin did he finally stop—this after rendering some ten incredible hard smacks with said belt.  To her ass and thighs did the belt reign; Jenny thrashing about crying out, wailing, begging her Daddy to stop.
	When the belting stopped Lonnie semi roughly grabbed her and whipped her around to once more be faced with “Suck or spank?”
	Jenny opened her trembling mouth and for the first few pumps was somewhat even unaware of “sucking.”  She DID rub/console her burning ass and as she sucked, cried, and consoled, she blurted in a mumble, “fucker.”
	Still sobbing and in great distress she gobbled the cock in her mouth, amazingly sucking the whole thang.  Her Daddy pumped, rocked, and held her head (in place) as he filled her mouth and began to reach the apex of joy.

	Lonnie did pull out—only to face fuck his ten year old, to spank his monkey against her pretty tear stained face and then stuff himself back into her mouth as the pivotal moment of blow off intensed and was imminent.
	Jenny knew what was coming and she began to flail her head, stop sucking and tried to pull away.  But her Daddy was stronger and her head in place, “Suck it, bitch, like your Momma used to do!” he seethed to her, “suck it or I’ll rip the skin off your ass!” he added.
	Jenny wailed but her wail was drowned out by juts of fresh hot cum.
	Gobs and gobs shot into the ten year old’s mouth, coating her still intact tonsils and gushing down her throat.  Power thrusts there was and Lonnie was in glory, the “feeling” of orgasm was beyond belief—as good as fucking pussy.
	Jenny spat out the goo flooding her mouth; her Daddy didn’t care and only humped her mouth continuously until he was spent.  and even then he was not completely done; his cock still hard and still spewing goo was withdrawn from her mouth to once more face fuck her—then she was hoisted up onto the bed…

	With her ass still burning, mouth coated in icky stuff, Jenny lay on her back, her arms under her, her hands clenching her ass as her Daddy spread her legs open wide to lick her from where she peed from.  It kind of creeped her out and made her feel funny but she tolerated it better than being spanked, fucked in the mouth, or any of that other stuff he did to her.
	Lonnie held her legs back himself tongue near gnashing into her gash.  Jenny whimpered some and seemed quite ansy.  Biting her lips hard together gave indication that she was being tantalized and she strove to resist.  Her Daddy’s wicked tongue—as wicked as his pee-pee, worked into her young sex entrance; slapping and lapping all about making the young girl squirm until she was peeing.
	Lonnie didn’t seem to mind being urinated on by his child, in fact, it only enthralled him moreso and he went crazily mad on tonguing her until such a time as attention was required of his cock.  Quickly he stood up but came partially over his daughter and began masturbating,
	“lay still.” he told her as he jerked off, cumming onto her cunt.
	The second “go round” was the finale of his lust.  Once his cock was empty he was done.  
	“Suck me clean, baby.” he said as he collapsed onto her bed exhausted.

	Reluctantly with pursed lips held in quiet anger the girl fixed herself Jenny somewhat formed a 69er with her Daddy, sucking his cock while her freshly licked poon was at his face.  He was too spent, though, to lick any more but he caressed her still burning ass and stared at her.
	When done “cleaning” the girl lay on her stomach—waiting.  When she saw “bits” of cum oozing out of her Dad’s weenie she turned her head and returned to looking at the patterns on the carpet.  Lightly she smoothed her hands over her butt (that still burned).  When her eyes fell onto her panties inside her pants on the floor she quickly turned her head to check her Daddy—he was asleep.
	With lips pursed in Jenny slowly pulled herself off of her bed.  Gathering her clothes she slipped out of her room and didn’t dress until she was in the kitchen.  Then it was out the patio door to the back fence.  Here, as it was all along the alley the fence(s) were concealed by a wall of ivy.  There, too, all along the alleyway fencing of ivy was a hidden “corridor” known only to kids.  Some places along the corridor were havens where kids had “forts”; there were girl forts and boy forts, meeting places that were secret where the younger kids knew that the older kids hid out to smoke pot, drink beer, and fuck.
	Jenny Travers made way to a cubby hole and sat alone with arms about knees quietly whimpering.  Moments later she was joined by her friend, Kyle Braviss.
	“Hi.” he said as he slithered in, “I saw you come in.”
	Jenny didn’t respond but kept her head bowed to her knees, her long brown hair covering her face and the fact that it was smeared with cum and tear stains.
	“You’re Dad beat your ass?” he asked calmly.
	Jenny nodded that it was so adding, “the fucker.”
	“I figured as much,” Kyle said, he fixed himself with legs folded and crossed, “Here.” he said passing an offering to her.  It was a dark chocolate import candy bar.
	“Thanks.” Jenny said accepting the gift, it was her favorite.
	“My Dad did me, too.”
	“Sorry.” Jenny did blame herself, she was a lousy pitcher but was trying.  
	“If Cook would have leaned out more he coulda hit that stupid ball.” Kyle posed the analogy.  
	“He’s too fat,” Jenny said unwrapping the candy bar, “afraid he’ll fall over.”

	“The fat bastard.”
	Jenny giggled and devoured two pieces of the super rich chocolate.  She then offered back a piece to her friend.
	After accepting, “Bare ass?”
	Jenny nodded, “yes.”
	“Still stings?”
	She nodded and stood up on her knees, “damn straight.” she said while rubbing her ass and almost giggling.
	Kyle rolled a shoulder, grinned, “mine, too.”
	Jenny smiled and despite the stains of many tears on her face she was pretty.  Kyle had good looks himself; sweeping dark hair, dark eyes, and even a gold earring.  His beaming smile beamed more when his ten year old friend turned around and undone her jeans…

	Kyle’s eyes locked steadily onto his friend’s doings as she slowly pushed her jeans down, paused a moment before sliding down her panties to reveal the reddened flesh.  There was just enough light filtering thru the thick ivy wall to give “light” in the small hidden cubby hole, and to give light on the severity of the beating Jenny’s Dad had given.
	“Damn!” Kyle muttered.
	“Is it bad?” Jenny asked.
	“Well,” he drawled, “it’s bright red,” he reached out and touched some of the welts.  Jenny clenched up as those welts were sensitive.
	“Son-of-a-bitch,” Kyle breathed, “what did he do?”
	“He used his belt.”
	Kyle sighed, shook his head, then leaned down to gawk, stare, and licked his lips.  He gouged the heel of his hand to his growing bulge and as Jenny “assumed the position”, he began to emit a little goo in his underwear.
	He hated when that happened—and it was happening more often than ever, too.  What he liked, though, was getting the chance to lick his friend’s bared ass.
	Jenny had a nice ass—but then so did a lot of girls like her.  But none of THOSE girls would bare the behind as Jenny did.  It was a thing with them—butt licking after being beaten by their Dads. 
	Kyle licked slowly all over Jenny’s butt, his goal and aim to get to her crack and tongue her hole.  He knew what the “hole” was and what came out of it, but it was right next to his other goal, her pussy.
	Licking the welts on Jenny’s ass sent the girl to shudder and clench up, he had to be careful—he didn’t want to hurt her anymore than she already was.

	Soon he was parting her cheeks and getting his tongue down to her hole.  It was a little funky but not gross.  When his tongue touched her “rim” she clenched—but this time not in pain.  She was heard to giggle and Kyle went rapidly to his work of teasing her.  Jenny giggle (and peed some more) and Kyle felt more soiling going on in his undies.)

	After some minutes of licking butt, Kyle sat back to take a breather—he wasn’t sure but during his rim jobbing—did Jennifer fart?  He didn’t care if she did.  He just liked her—mostly ‘cause she liked him (and let him lick her butt!)
	Jenny turned around and like usual, she pulled off her pants and panties.  Then her shoes and shirt.  Kyle was stupefied—a real live nude girl.  He had desires to see OLDER girls, but that possibility wasn’t likely.  
	Jennifer sat on her butt against the ivy covered wall fingering her pussy.  Kyle could hardly breathe.  His cock ached and that brought him around; slowly he unhitched his jeans and pushed them down—his cock stiff and hard and protruding far out before him.  Jennifer grinned as she stared at it—it made Kyle a little proud, embarrassed, and uncomfortable.  Gathering himself he turned and presented HIS burned butt.  Although he hadn’t broken a window, he was still busted for playing street ball and being a part of the broken window.
	Unlike Jenny, though, there were no welts to his ass—it was just a shade of red and it stung just as much.  After bending over Jennifer scooted over and began firstly to console the burning bum with her hands—then, like he had done unto her, she began to lick.
	Each check got about the same amount of lickings, lappings, and nosings.  She wasn’t too much into licking butthole, but did so on occasion.  And of course, there was his dangling nards…
	Kyle had his turn to “clench” up as Jennifer began licking his balls.  she had a gentle method as she drew his hairless nads up between his legs, her nose right into his dirt chute rim!  Into her mouth she took his tezzies, her tongue rolling all about putting him into a glorious feeling never before experienced.  She was good!
	After washing his balls she sat up smacking her lips, grinning and forgetting all about her still searing ass.  Kyle turned about sheepishly, cum oozed from his prick’s piss slit—he was in some agony as he needed “relief” but was shy about jacking off in the presence of Jennifer—until it was deemed that she was ok with it.  
	Jennifer reached out and began jacking it off for him—so we guess she was okay with it…

	As she tugged, the object she tugged on got harder—and more of its special liquid oozed out.  To Kyle it was the most fantastic feeling ever, it was beyond orgasmic and to have a GIRL do it was beyond comprehension.  He was melting, Jennifer was in complete control.
	But wait, there’s more!
	After much ado about handjobbing his tally, Jennifer Travers then did so infacto “go down” on him for a blowjobbing.  Like she had done to his balls she did to his cock.  As she sucked and pulled him even further into sexual oblivion, Kyle ran his hand thru her hair and began to pump.
	“I’m going to cum!” Kyle suddenly announced.
	Jennifer continued to swallow and gobble and mumbled something that could be understood as “ok, go ahead.”
	And so he did.
	One big shot of cum and then some dribbling.  Jennifer sucked and sucked, fondled his nads and drained her best friend’s cock.  When it was good and drained she sat back, smacked her lips and grinned big.  Kyle was more shy and sheepish—but very relieved.  He fondled his fuzzless nuzzies and beamed greatly.  Jennifer shrugged her shoulder, smiled and giggling she laid down out on her clothes.  Opening her legs she let her friend gawk at her bare cunny—and gawk he did.

	From gawking to fawking.
	After a goodly amount of tongue lashing to Jenny’s cunny, Kyle crawled up to settle on top of his naked friend—his cock revitalized greatly.  Tugging in her lower lip the young girl looked alluringly up to her equally young lover.  Kyle paused in his pursuit of pure happiness—he wanted to kiss her but settled on just looking at her (lovingly.)
	Soon, though, Jenny took command of the situation—taking Kyle’s cock and guiding it into her sex.  There was a little stabbing pain as she was “stabbed”—but it wasn’t like it wasn’t her first time.  Kyle gently pushed “in” and once Jenny’s cunt swallowed his cock LET THE FUCKING BEGIN!
	He started slow with his arms locked straddling the nude girl, his back arched and his hips moving back and forth.  Jenny moved all about in a sort of awkward/clumsy gyration.  It was all good, though, and they fucked for several minutes before Kyle once more shot off another amazing wad of joy.
	(Ben amazingly left them be and continued on home.)  amazing!

*

Q: What is the similarity  between a woman and Kentucky Fried Chicken?
A: By the time you've  finished with the breast and thighs, all you have left 
 is a greasy box to  pop your bone in.
	(and amazing still—he didn’t make it)

	She was sick—no doubt about that; the fever, the sluggishness, the vomiting.  She felt awful all over and barely made it from her bed(room) to bathroom.  With her ills, her older brother stayed clear of her but her dear mother catered to her and at length informed the brother that the sister wouldn’t be a burden to him anymore.
	“She took her Meds.” Which meant that she had taken particular medicine that allowed her to sleep.  Carlie Banworth was a sound sleeper as it was—triple that when she took her meds.
	Her brother, Wayne, took it in stride and was thankful—that his sister two years younger than he wouldn’t be making HIM sick with her constant retching, coughing, sputtering, and “other.”  The Mother collected her purse and went out the house door.  Wayne flopped onto the couch, hit the tv remote button and grabbed the phone.
	Wayne Banworth was a typical teen boy of seventeen; heavily into sports, cars, hunting, and girls.  All were in the number one spot for him; Wayne played football, baseball, and some basketball and hockey—those were the only sports that mattered.  He had a ’66 Chevy he was restoring; had shot a deer the previous season; and wasn’t a virgin.
	After about an hour or so Wayne went to the kitchen to fetch a drink, slams a beer, burped loudly and grossly and began to make way back to the sofa when he paused—he thought of his sister.  He sighed and seemed confounded by perplexity.  His conscious bugged him and he backed up to go down the hall to his sister’s room.
	The door to his sister’s room was open ajar, he peeked and stared.
	On the bed was his sister, her back to him, partially on her side—clad in her panties only.  Wayne let out a little moan and instantly had a boner.  There was a nightstand table lamp on, on a low setting, tissue, medicine, water glass, and a barf bucket.  The room was cool, darkened by the shades and curtains drawn.  All was quiet and still—‘cept for Wayne steadily masturbating at the door…
	“Ahem!” Wayne said clearing his throat.  “You ok?” which was something he normally didn’t offer.  Sure he loved his sister, as far as sister’s go she wasn’t so bad—but he had little to compare her with.

	There was no stirrings from Carlie.  She was a sound-sound sleeper.
	Wayne paused in his whacking and cleared his throat again.
	Carlie remained the same.
	As brother and sister they had seen, naturally, one another in various stages of undress from underwear to totally nudity.  They had even caught one another self pleasuring themselves.  When they were younger they had exposed themselves—Wayne moreso than Carlie, to one another.  But Carlie wasn’t into her brother trying to get into her.  She was modest and didn’t put up with too many of her dweeb brother’s naughty shenanigans.  And for the most part they minded one another’s privacy.
	But Wayne had desires.  He knew that brothers and sisters “got together” for naughty shenanigans; from his friends, tv, news, movies, books, mind he was aware of brothers and sisters engaging in illicit and immoral sex.  He had no idea if Carlie was a virgin or not, he kind of figured that maybe she wasn’t.  There was curiosity as to whether or not she “took it” up the ass, gave head, or just spread her legs.
	In his mind were stark images of his sister naked, legs open, her pussy very inviting to him.  It caused him to groan and proceed with spanking his monkey all the more—as he fully entered into his sister’s room.  He could hear his sis lightly snoring—that was a good sign—a sign to indicate that the girl was very muchly sound to sleep.
	‘wanna fuck?’ he chided to himself—asking a question just under his breath.  He bounced a knee against her bed, then again to jostle her.  The girl continued to sleep on, she had pretended to be asleep before—when he was trying to get her diary and get back a book she had taken from him (it had dirty naked pictures in it and she was going to hold it over his head so to speak and if he gave her grief or any trouble she would show it to their mother.)
	Wayne locked eyes onto her ass—for a sister, Carlie had a great ass.  For fifteen, Carlie had a great body.  It had been awhile since last he HAD seen her in her naked—he still got to see her in her panties and skimpy swim suit, but not naked.
	“Hey, you awake—you want some of this?”
	If she should turn over he would flop his hard cock back in his sweat pants and claim he was offering her some juice or something.  But she didn’t stir.  So, carefully he reached out his hand, shaking her (with hand on her butt.)
	Not a thing happened to indicate that she was faking.
	He patted her butt.  He knew that if she were faking she’d flip out on his ass for patting hers.  But the girl remained steadfastly asleep under the guise of the meds she had taken to help her sleep.
	Letting his hand rest on Carlie’s ass he took a chance—took a chance slipping fingers inside her panties.  Sweat beaded on his upper lip, dripped down from his brow, pre-cum came to drip from his piss slit, too—and more so when he began to inch down his sister’s panties.
	His cock was in agony when Carlie’s panties were down to the crease, exposing the whole of her delicious butt.
	“Oh son-of-a-bitch that’s nice.” he breathed.  
	Then, holding his breath, he gently ever so gently rolled her onto her backside.  He firstly stared hard at her face—then checked her pussy.  It was a normal poon, he had seen his girlfriend’s and the girl who had been at a friend’s party (who had been stoned on pot and beer and then gotten boned by as many as six guys—including himself.)
	His cock ached and the desire to FUCK was great.
	His eyes then locked onto Carlie’s naked titties.  Carlie was quirky and didn’t like to wear her bra, and as for sleepwear—she sometimes slept naked.  If she wore anything it was a sleepwear teeshirt—panties optional.  Wayne had a pair of his sister’s panties—a pair of his Mom’s panties, too—for jerking off in.  When they got too soiled he dropped them into the washer and got another pair—a pair fresh from their dirty laundry hamper.
	For fifteen, Carlie had some nice teenage titties.  Wayne went for them, squeezing each one, tweaking the nipples, and increasing his desires ever the more.  Carlie remained oblivious and so Wayne chanced it, going down to suckle his sister’s titties, taking her hand and having her squeeze her fingers around his shaft, clutch his balls, and please him.
	That lasted mere moments as his cock was near blast off point and he didn’t want to waste the “feeling.”  A handjob from a girl was nice, sure—but it was better (for the guy) to get off IN the girl’s mouth, pussy, or asshole.
	Carlie didn’t wrap her “lips” about his invading prong, but his cock went into her mouth nicely just the same.  He worked her head back and forth along his teen shaft that was of average size and that was good enough for him.  The soiled with pre-cum juice he pressed against her lips and even tried to fuck her nostrils.  He really wished he could get her to suck him…
	From having his cock sucked to back to sucking her titties.  He didn’t fully understand the draw guys had to a girl’s titties or her ass, but he went along with the obsession and suckled on both while stroking his cock and fingering Carlie’s cunt.

	Carlie’s cunt.
	The desire was too great to put off any longer—in her mouth had been good, up against her face had been good, slapping his cock against her titties was good—but sliding into her hot-tight-cock snug cunt was fucking fantastic!  He took his time but it was hard to keep from being a dog about it.  And from the onset there was a little worry about not having his weenie wrapped.  But once the super sensitive head was in—fuck it, he slid the whole of his cock in and to hell with the condom.
	Two-three-four slow pumps and then it was all about fucking and fucking like a dog.  He lay his nude body onto his sister, cupping her breasts, suckling her breasts and driving his bone home.  There was a slight desire to smother her mouth with his, but they had never done that—a light peck from her on her birthday and Christmas and that was it.  
	Carlie DID open her legs and display SOME emotions of sexual bliss.  She was NOT a virgin but her cunny was still tight.  Wayne dogged his cock into her pussy, pumping madly like it was his first time and last.  It was a good fuck—damn good.  He felt shots of cum shooting thru his cock and never once worried about the possibility of getting her pregnant.  
	When Carlie began to moan, for no other reason than “just because”, Wayne covered her mouth with his own and entered into a new realm of sexual pleasure.  His pumpings increased in tempo and he shuddered sexually uncontrollably until the magnificent glory of glories escalated into a singing crescendo of a grand cacophony.
	He came.
	It was a massive blast of cum like he had never felt before.  His eyes fluttered, toes curled, and balls exploded.  How fantastic it was!  Strongly did Wayne’s cock slam into his sister’s quim shooting massive jets of sperm deeply into her womaness.  It was good.  
	After the initial blast, Wayne continued to pump and pump well—but slowly.  That felt just as good as anything else.  There was a lot of pent up cum and it was blasted hotly into Carlie’s sex with some umph.
	Finally, though, he was done.  A moment or two was taken to recover, laying mostly on his nude sweating sib before sliding off to one side and once more becoming engrossed in her breasts.  Once more he partook of them, sucking one while fondling the other.
	He never heard the front door…

*

Q: How do you  circumcise a hillbilly?
A: Kick his sister in the  jaw.

	The titty sucking only put Wayne back into hard bone mode and he sat up, dripping with sweat (and cum) and positioned himself between her legs.  Carlie’s fuckable cunt was coated in sweat, her juices, and his.  It was a nice cunt, a great cunt.  Methodically he began to jack off and soon positioned himself above her just jerking off.
	“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?”	
	Ut oh—busted.
	It was oh so obvious what he was doing, though.  Wayne flew off of his nude sib, cum squirting from his hard cock as he did so.  His Mom was in a rant and despite that—Carlie continued to sleep on. 
	Wayne was cussed out and even hit then yelled at to get to his room.  Wayne complied, being struck on the backside as he moved past her.  The Mom remained standing, clenching her fist and shaking all over.  Carlie remained steadfastly asleep soundly.
	A moment later and she marched into her son’s room.  The boy had left his clothes in his sister’s room and was gathering some new ones, undies and pants and a shirt.  When his Mom barged in she saw him redressing, 
	“No you don’t!” she said in a voice of great Mommy anger.
	Wayne had his tidy whiteys at his knees, he stepped out of them and was sheepish about being naked/vulnerable before his Mom.  The Mom glared at him, piercing her venting anger straight thru his body.  At seventeen, Wayne Harvard Banworth had a fairly decent body; he worked out and was athletic therefore giving his chest and stomach a firmness that was near rigid.
	And then of course, there was his cock.
	Yes of course Abby Banworth had seen her son’s cock, that was a given as she was his mother.  She had even seen it when it was hard; but she hadn’t seen it in a state of sexual arousal OR spurting cum.  And it HAD been awhile since she HAD seen her son’s cock.  
	In the throws of what was happening in the world Abby somehow managed to keep her mind from “drifting” and locking onto her son’s image with him in various stages of nudeness—with an erection or not.  She was single, a widow and had been raising her children for some years.

	There were a million questions she had for her son; none, though, would congeal enough to be verbally expressed so she stood with clenched fist.
	“Come here.” she at length demanded. 
	Cautiously and trying to surreptitiously conceal his spurting erection Wayne shuffled across his cluttered room to his pissed off Mom.
	“Turn around.” she said as he neared trying to keep her eyes from locking onto his cock.  She shuddered in anger from head to toes, her neck tightened, her anger seethed.
	“Bend over.”
	The words he knew but it had been YEARS since he had heard them.
	He looked over his shoulder to see if he had heard them truly.
	“I said BEND OVER!” and with that she landed a horrific smack to his bare ass with her bare hand.
	Wayne flinched greatly—the sting of the smack tingling and not in a good way.  He bent over, grabbed his knees and was in some disbelief—he was seventeen—SEVENTEEN!  This wasn’t happening!
	But it WAS happening and did happen—one smack, two smacks, three!  The whole of his bare ass, then the right cheek, then the left—the smacks reigned down—Four!  Five!  Six!
	And at first the bare handed smacks were intense and brought great displeasure and sincere unpleasantness.  At first.  Then there was a strange and unique tingling that caused him to grab his cock if only to make the strange and unique tingling stop.
	It felt good!  It was like sex!  Sorta.  His cock demanded attention—just squeezing wasn’t going to go—he had to pull it.  His balls, too, began to tingling and then it was all over his body—the tingling sensation that was indeed pure sex.
	His Mom stopped smacking his ass and began rubbing it.
	“You’re not supposed to like it!” she yelled.
	Wayne couldn’t help it and moaned, he wanted to jack off, badly; he wanted to cum; he wanted to fuck his Mom.
	He wanted to fuck his Mom.
	In the mouth.
	In the ass.
	In the cunt.
	In his mind he struggled to bring up her image—the last time he had seen her nude.  He couldn’t.  There were images there, but brief and nothing concrete.  He couldn’t even find images of her in a bathing suit.

	“Don’t you realize, you little prick,” she bitched, “that you could get her pregnant!  What the hell is wrong with you!?” the berating continued until it was way evident that Wayne was not listening but jerking off.
	Abby stood back in shock—but not noticeable dismay.
	Wayne stood up and began hammering his cock—no longer giving a shit that his Mom was right there or the fact that his ass was raw.
	“Oh my God!” Abby uttered as she caught sight of her teen son’s massive fuck stick.
	Wayne turned to face her and blatantly jerk is monkey—fuck it, she had bare handed spanked his bare ass and he was fucking seventeen fucking years old!
	She was still irate and highly pissed off—not for the fact that she had caught him humping/near humping his sister (that was a given and she figured that they had already fucked, sucked, or some sort of brother-sister sexual relationship—that was normal and expected) but it was more of the point that Carlie wasn’t conscious and it seemed that Wayne was taking advantage.  AND, plus, what if she DID come up pregnant?  Being of the Catholic faith a preggy teen in the house wasn’t good…
	Abby’s pissed offedness began to soften—but not Wayne’s cock.  
	Wayne slowed his own spanking as he noted his Mom’s eyes locked onto his cock.  There was a surging presence of cum seething thru his shaft but he held back (somehow.)
	‘come suck me, bitch!’ he said as he rubbed/consoled his blistered ass.
	Abby shook her head.  She couldn’t.  It was on thing for brothers and sisters to fool around, one thing for Daddy’s to fool with their daughters, granddaughters, uncles to nieces, but quite another for a Mother and Son.
	Wasn’t it?

	On her knees she took every inch of her Son’s schlong.  Every inch!  Cum drizzled out the corners of her mouth, she made grumphy-slurpy sounds as she gobbled cock; her hands clutched tightly his still burning ass as she gave ultimate pleasure to her teenage boy drinking down the gobs and gobs of his jutting juices.
	When he had been sufficiently drained he stood back on weak legs, still stroking, still rubbing his ass.  His embarrassed Mom licked the cum from her lips; her eyes remained locked onto his cock and wouldn’t look up to him.  Wayne took her by the shoulder, guiding her to his bed…
	“We cant do this.” she said to him in a low voice.
	“Bullshit,” he said, ‘we can and are.’

	With no EMAD in use (that they knew and/or were aware of) Momma Banworth slipped out of her clothes while her nude son with a constant erection watched.  Once nude herself, Abby came onto the bed and then moments later—son Wayne came onto her!
	Actually, IN her.
	It was a quick first fuck but there were more fucks to cum.
	There was kissing, fondling, hugging, and intense lovemaking to be sure.  Wayne pleased his Mother as much as she did his, blowing his mind as much as she blew his dick.  He was a good lover, not fantastic, but close counts.  In several respects he was much like his Dad (cock wise anyways.)
	For the rest of the afternoon they rolled and romped in Wayne’s bed, languished in illicit love and then did it again.  A 69er complimented their doings with just after Wayne had given his Mom a healthy generous load of hot teen spunk then did she re-position herself to go down and fondle his cum squirter.  She toyed with it, kissed it, lapped the glistened head and then began devouring it.
	Enthused sexually and lustfully Wayne positioned his Mom over onto his face and began noshing on her cum drenched cunt—neverminding the cum soaked twat had a generous portion of HIS cum!
	She had already asked of him if he and his sister were “doing it” on a regular basis.  Wayne replied No, honestly.
	“But you want to?”
	Wayne replied “Yes!” honestly.
	Abby closed her eyes and lay nakedly coated in sex sweat and drenched in cum beside her hunky son.  “I’ll fix it, her.” 
	Wayne lay still beside his cum drenched Mom, “Yeah?” then, “how?”
	“Don’t worry about it.” She said sternly and just a little annoyed.  Then she added, “and you are going to have to start using protection, I don’t want either one of us to get pregnant!”
	“Ok, Mom.” and to himself, ‘whatever you say as long as you lay!’

	*end note/follow-up:  days later and there was Wayne pumping with great furor on top of his naked sister.  The girl’s breasts bounced about, her young teen body as her brother pounded her.  She was “drugged” and the one who had drugged was present!
	Wayne entered into the realm that was ecstasy and it was grand.  He accepted the “pointers” from his Mother—pointers that would give HIM pleasure as his unconscious sister of whom he derived pleasure from didn’t need pointers—she was unconscious!

	Wayne gave his drugged out sibling a great gusher load of spunk—all contained in the reservoir tip of his condom.  Squirt after squirt there was with Wayne shuddering all over until well spent.  There was still significant strength in his pumpings, still significant tinglings in his cock and balls.  He suckled on Carlie’s titties and strained his cock, deeply wiggling the member inside her cunny until he finally pulled out.
	Abby glided the condom off her son’s cock and dropped it into the waste bucket beside the bed.  She then handled her son’s dong, squeezed his balls and then—went after his tube with a measure of love that was mind blowing for Wayne.
	When he was done and done, “Go shower up.” Wayne obeyed his Mom and scooted off to the hall shower.  While Wayne was gone, Mommy Abigail lapped up her young teen daughter’s cunt!  She did!
	She licked, fingered, and enjoyed herself for quite sometime until her Son returned unexpectedly and caught her in the act.  He said nothing but watched until she realized he was back.
	“why should you have all the fun?” she meagerly mustered.
	Wayne grinned and came to get sucked on again and then was guided by his mother’s hand to fuck his sister once more.

*
Into each his own

Q: Why do women have two  sets of lips?
A: So they can piss and moan at the same time.

	Almost home, Ben was.  He hadn’t resolved anything noteworthy, only that what had happened was and there was thing not one he could do about it.  He hoped, though, to discuss or something with his wife to curtail their activities.  He wanted to take the group in the basement and set them free and somehow—somehow convince her that he—
	No, that wouldn’t work, either—he HAD molested his children; in the bath and in bed.  Each girl had handled his Little Man, each girl had sucked it and he had rubbed himself onto them between their legs.  He had licked their poons and came close to trying for vaginal penetration into his seven year old.

	So life at the Wiccked home would NOT be the same—regardless of dispatching the basement group.  He sighed.  The world was in sexual chaos.  The EMADs were not particular all to blame—sexual depravity had been around since the Dawn of Man—in one form or another; the advent of the EMADS had merely opened up the span of perversion and allowed for a more aggressive pursuit of corruption.

	He needed help.  There were clinics and organizations for peoples who had succumbed willingly to the effects of an EMAD; like alcohol, drugs, porn, cheating, and such there were a myriad of help clinics for EMAD offenders.
	Ben didn’t want to go that particular route, although it was an option.  He considered, instead, other options; like say his peers, or seniors.  As he came to 4rth Street and Balk Rd. he noted the Church of His Heavenly Grace on the corner.  Pastor Hurbert Reings commanded that post.  Ben didn’t know the man all that well, but did know him, he was a senior pastor and in his mid 60s.  He had been around “awhile” and was worthy enough to bend an ear.
	And he was on the premises, too, that fact noted by the shiny gray Mercedes parked on the lot.  Two other vehicles were there, too—a secretary and janitor on premises, as well.
	Ben crossed the street and crossed the lot.

*

	After sucking his dick the girl sat back giggling, smacking her lips and grinning big.  She wasn’t the prettiest girl but the only girl who would slurp his schlong.  He had cum off into her mouth but his cock was still “hard.”  He was cool with that, he went to his knees and began pulling down Leah’s brown pants.  He was greatly pleased to see the lack of panties…
	Mark’s cock stiffened all the harder as it saw Leah’s dark fur patch.  She laid back pulling up her matching brown flowery knit shirt still grinning (and smacking her cum stained lips).  Mark pulled off the girl’s pants then moved slowly up to lay his prick against her sex.  The day was just right for fucking—a light breeze, near Summer time conditions, not too hot; no one around; and “doing it” on their church’s property!
	The church was set in an area where poor folk were the congregation; they were a step up from the slummy area two blocks south.  The area was in places rundown; an alley had been converted to a “street”; there were old untrimmed messy trees; OLD house that had seen way better days…

	Behind the Church of His Heavenly Grace was a space of some ten feet to the property line.  A chain link fence was there and beyond it the backyards of some homes.  One backyard was large and had a large garden; another backyard was overgrown with weeds and household debris, piles of wood planks, old tires, and car engines.  Church “stuff” was in the space, too, along with a few small trees.  Mark and Leah were fast friends—they had known one another since 2nd grade—and hoped to continue to do so forever.
	Mark was eleven while Leah was ten, but to be eleven in four months.
	Mark had dark blond hair, blue eyes, kinda tan (all over) and “welts” on his ass and backside.  And for eleven, the boy had a bit more cock than other boys his age.  He was proud of it, and so was Leah!
	Leah had pleasing looks but wasn’t the prettiest girl in their class, but the only girl who would suck his dick!  It had actually been Leah who had wanted to see Mark’s cock—to see him pee!  This happened when they were in the 2nd grade in facts—their school was somewhat new and had a HUGE park/playground.  During recess the two would scamper to the very edge where they squatted and Leah easily talked Mark into peeing.
	Leah wore a dress most often during those early school days and sometimes even panties!  She would squat and let spew from her bald naked cunny a torrent of built up pee she had been holding since arising from bed that day.  Young Mark was totally hers to command.  Being a boy he didn’t have it so easy to whip out his dick and pee.  But he did and Leah griped his dick, played with his balls and got him to do anything she wanted—including licking her pussy when she was finished peeing.
	In third grade she was sucking his dick.
	In fourth grade they were fucking.
	Now they were in the 5th grade.  They didn’t know if there were anything else NEW that they could do—but they were willing to find out.  With his fingers running thru her thick coarse jet black hair Mark eased his cock into her cunny and began to pump.  Fucking on the church property was their best place—because it was so wrong.  They also had done it in the backyard of their homes, then down by the river, under the bridge, and on school property!
	Mark was good and pleased Leah greatly.  The boy rode her most times with Leah occasionally laying on him.  The boy was just about to “get his nut” when…

	“AHEM!”
	A strong voice cleared it throat and announced the fact that they were not as alone as they thought they were.  Pastor Hurbert Reings (pronounced “rings”) was among them.
	Mark and Leah walked briskly (nakedly, too) into the church, down the long hall at the rear of the church (inside) that was behind the main sanctuary area to his private office.  The two horndogs had their shirts on, but carried the rest of their clothes.  Once in the office the good Pastor punched some buttons on his desk phone and brought out immediately a large disciplinarian paddle.
	Leah’s ass tightened up immediately with Mark standing beside her cringing.  Instead of calling their folks or chastising them with a bashing of Scripture, Pastor Reings disciplined them with “Thor”—it was etched in bold black lettering on one side of the shellacked ½ inch paddle.  The handle was strong and wrapped in black rubber tape and about eight inches long with a bulbous end.  The paddle was fifteen inches long, six inches wide with “holes” drilled in at about the middle.
	“Bend over.” Hurbert commanded of them both.
	Mark and terrified Leah had to drop their clothes, shirts, too, and brace against the desk, legs apart.  Hurbert then caressed Mark’s ass, squeezed a cheek, and seemed to check the boy’s dangling testicles—before letting fly Thor and landing it to cover both cheeks of the horny boy.
	The first strike nearly sent the eleven year flying out of his skin.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he yelled.
	This got him two extra swats.
	Leah was bawling.
	Thor was just warming up…
	
	“Here, lemme give ya something to bawl about!” chortled the old pastor and he let fly Thor to smack Leah’s bare ass.  Leah stopped bawling as her throat closed up tight, eyes bulged, and skin sizzled as her ass seethed with incredible pain.
	Another swat came to blister both cheeks and then Reings was pushing her legs open even wider—her pains were too great for her to be aware of that the old pastor was rubbing her ass, fingering her hole, and fingering her pussy!
	When she wriggled, though, too much, Thor struck her like lightning.  
	“Stay still or you’ll get more!”

	And just when the sting of Thor was letting up some (some) on Mark’s ass, Hurbert let fly the might of the paddle and caused the boy to rip the lip molding of the old pastor’s desk.  Carefully he put it back so as Reings didn’t know.
	Reings was too busy, caressing Mark’s searing ass, fingering his virgin hole, then clutching the boy’s fuzzy nards before “working” the boy’s cum squirter.  
	Thor took a breather while on the desk did Leah lay out, her legs wide open while (boy)friend Mark lay on her.  They had been instructed, and told, “if’in you go fuck then you’re gonna do it here!” he seethed thru his pearly whites and flared nostrils.  Leah was frightened—and how!  Being nude in the presence of someone other than Mark wasn’t good—especially if the someone was her family Pastor!
	Mark positioned himself on her and guided his cock into her.  Both pre-teens still had major hurtie-owies to their bums, but their confusion overwhelmed all and Mark began a steady pumping.  That helped and greatly reduced the sting to his ass—if only for a moment ‘cause half way thru his humping of Leah then did Thor return to smack his pumping ass with a hard near vicious swat.
	The rest of the two minute fuck went uneventful.

	After the fuck, though—
	“Clean her up, or suck me.”
	Some choice.
	Mark had left a significant amount of his jiz all over Leah’s cunt, as well as inside.  Paster Reings has his aged cock out—it was hard, long, and already emitting pre-cum.
	Mark had sucked cock before, a visiting cousin, just months earlier in facts, too.  He had sucked the cousin’s cock prior to that visit, too—and had been sucked by him, too.  But cocksucking was all and cocksucking a cousin the same age was ok—blowing the schlong of a man who was a pastor was not ok.
	But lapping up his own cum?
	With no other choices given, Mark went to lapping up Leah’s cunt, slurping his cum and hers and being totally grossed out.  When done, his cock was hard and Reings told him to “get back on ‘er.”  off which Mark complied—kinda readily/agreeably, too. 
	But instead of slipping his bone back into her cunny, Mark had to push back Leah’s legs.  Then Leah herself took over holding her own legs back while Mark aimed his cock to her poop chute.

	Mark had been in Leah’s poop chute before—she didn’t care for it much and didn’t get much out of it, either.  While Mark made entry, Leah locked eyes onto Pastor Reings as he stood with his hard cock sticking out his blue dress slacks.
	She knew she was going to be raped (and probably sodomized) by him.  Mark, too.  The thought caused her to clench up and rebuke Mark’s anal penetration.  This gave Mark a more difficult time at entry and so Thor had to come into play—
	The swat landed with a tremendous force sending Mark’s cock forcefully all the way into Leah’s so-so tight hole.  Leah let out a yelp of distress, Mark did so likewise.
	Let the butt fucking begin!

Q:  What's the difference between love, true love, and showing off?
A:  Spitting, swallowing, and gargling.

	“Suck me, suck him.”
	Some choice, cock number one had was hard, longer, hotter, and 65 years old; cock number two had “stains”.  There was no way in hell Leah was going to suck on a cock freshly pulled from her smoldering gooied up asshole.  
	On her knees she faced the cocks waggling before her; she shook her head to them both.  Was there another option?
	Yes!  Sure there was.
	Reings pulled Leah up and positioned her back over the desk.  Once more he smoothed his hand over her still reddened ass, all the while Leah wept and wailed, “Nooooo, please.”
	Thor had no ears and came swiftly to smack her ass with an incredible resounding force—Leah’s cries were once more choked in her throat.  She struggled, wiggled, twisted and focused on the great oaken door to the office.  
	Thor came to her ass again—and again—and again.  All she could do was lay twisting and focusing on the door enduring the hellish pains.  And those pains would be ten-fold had she’d known that the last three smacks were not dealt from the hand of Pastor Reings but from Mark!

	After slurping the naughty schlong of Pastor Reings, Leah settled onto Mark’s face.  Mark laid out on the desk with HIS legs pulled back; while Leah had sucked the Pastor’s cock, Mark had washed his cock off in the office bathroom.

	Once his cock was clean and Reings had cum off into Leah’s mouth, Mark laid out on the desk; Leah swallowed some of the Pastor’s spunk but didn’t like it.  Settling onto Mark’s face she held his legs and balls while Pastor Reings walloped Mark’s ass again with the paddle.
	Then, Leah went down to gobble of Mark’s cock while Reings sodomized him.  It was intense and mindblowing to say the least.  The very least.  With each pump from Reings Mark howled hot breath up into Leah’s pussy.  She would in turn wriggle and clench up on his face and give him pleasure—all the while he received uncomfortable displeasure.
	When the naughty perverted pastor got his nut he let loose one shot then pulled out to empty the rest onto Mark’s balls.  When he finished and rested by leaning against the desk still positioned between Mark’s legs, Leah went down to clean the cum soaked fuzzies.

	Ben decided that the world was destined for hell.  Hell in a handbasket.  It wasn’t “hell on earth” so the story was told, but Perverts on earth.  Everyone had an EMAD, and if they didn’t, they knew someone who did.  He couldn’t screw his three precious girls, the oldest was merely seven, but he could out and out acquire girls of that age and …
	No girl, no boy, of any age, was safe.  Every young person he saw he saw naked, bent over, taking every inch of him.  He saw teen girls hog tied, being peed on.  He saw young boys swallowing his cock while his wife beat their ass.
	His wife.
	Leeann.
	He sighed and shuffled on home; he wanted to cum on his daughters’ faces, fuck his wife’s brains out, then call up Johnny-boy and Mike and see if they would like to CUM over—maybe introduce them to the basement crew.  Maybe he’d charge an entrance fee, a cover charge!  He smiled and felt better; riding her bike a sweet little red headed little girl in a too short skirt rode her bicycle towards him—revealing her white yellow stained panties.  Ben smiled, nodded to her as she rode past him.  She stuck out her tongue to him and continued on her way.  Ben paused and slightly glared at her catching a whiff of her body odor, her pissed in panties.  His cock surged, 
	‘ride into the alley.’ he minded to her.
	Heather Finey turned her bike at the corner and rode to the alley.  Ben made the block to meet her…